Aye Supersonic Bionic Woman, I want some of that wacky tobaccy yer stuffin in yer corncob. Tis quite the imagination ye got on ye. A fun diversion this was fer sure, I’m sure the sea witch I be stalking be spitting with rage at me having a bit o fun taking the situation lightly and playin’ the fool while the smoke from me cannons is rising and the waters run crimson with me malice.